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Married to Myself
03:31
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Sirens scream out on a crowded street
I dither as the dark falls like a sheet
Killing time here murdering my mental health
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
Now I can always count on a rhapsody
To fill my ears and thumb its nose at me
And the emptiness leaves no room for no one else
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
Why would I to this self be true
When it always beats me this black and blue
My tongue tastes like the tears of a clown
Worse than worthless waiting on a sin to crown
I drink my rotgut straight off the bottom shelf
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
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Why don't we drive 'round the graveyard tonight
And roll over the bones of the dead
Down' all the things that the bravehearted might
Sip wine and share cigarettes
Lie back on the banks of an old memory
And wonder how we'll react
Bury the past in the earth and the grass
Hindsight in tow and tomorrow on tap
Laying' in the dirt gettin' stains on our shirt
We'll run through a whole host of ideas
And quicken our step with each mind-blowing breath
Talkin' to the ghosts of Elvis and Jesus
The somersault sunset has come and it's gone
And strands us both here in the dark
Blind as believers and blissful as fish
In the deep blue abyss in the sights of a shark
So why don't we drive 'round the graveyard tonight
And roll over the bones of the dead
Down' all the things that the bravehearted might
Write it all down and get it out of our heads
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3. |
Sickle
04:16
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I surrendered my heart to you
Though I fought to keep it safe
It was not met with rage or scorn
Yet still it swells where it was torn
I tendered it not for exchange
But simply because a dream'd been born
Streaks of hope now stain the blade
Where no love was ever made
I've not been eating much of late
I've just been feeding off the pain
I'm lighter like when I was young
A fallow field under a fickle sun
Stardust like rust on a weathervane
Your beauty is a sickle
My desire waves of grain
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4. |
Disposition Porns
03:29
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Again the shape I'm in
Shrinks like a peppermint
No more candy, Sugar
As sweet as you've been
All this has come, my friend
To its end
The bare branches they now let me see the river
Oh, today I cleaned
And my place it preened
I wished you were there
I's a little scared
Barking at the horns
Disposition porns
Aggravate the angry
Force them into forms
So you turn your head and cough
And just take off
The guys here know exactly what I'm saying
There's a side of me
I hope you seldom see
Raging on all fours
From behind closed doors
So, new blood beneath the sun
Don't make war, make fun
Since there's no substituting
For woman or for gun
So I'll singly winter song
Winterlong
And come up like daisy in the springtime
There is little law
Between tongue and jaw
If you're all on board
Then fall on your sword
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5. |
Jackpot Wichita
03:23
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Young mother you were a child
When your whole world went wild
And you bore with grace all the grief
But the love must have come as some relief
Wichita, Wichita
Jackpot Wichita
Impermanent as all this may be
You've marked me indelibly
Now you are the star of my heart
The firmament's favorite part
Wichita, Wichita
Jackpot Wichita
Now I am in love with a town
Where I've never been in my life
It's only because you're from there
That I would even care
Wichita, Wichita
Jackpot Wichita
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6. |
Some Nights
03:07
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There'll be days
We're living under the gun
Accounts to square
And numbers to be run
But it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
Yes it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
We'll have friends
And family come to our door
Some we'll ask
Still others will ask for more
But it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
Yes it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
Life's a moving game of shells
And stolen moments when we've the whole world to ourselves
Well it's all
Just a big mystery
The same one
Plagues all of history
But it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
Yes it'll be
Some nights
Just you and me
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Now when we're face to face
Love, there's no other place I'd rather
Set my sights
So what keeps me from getting sore
Forever wanting more when after
We say goodnights
The way your kisses linger on my skin
The way you stick by me through thick and thin
The way the kitchen smells of French cookin'
The way you love me when I'm not lookin'
Now though love be blind
Why would I care
Since when love's this blind
Then all is fair
Now if I had my way
I'd never see a day without you
Well lucky me
You don't have to be there
For me to be aware of how true
You can be
The way you set my worried mind at ease
Turn all my butterflies to birds and bees
The way I's sleepin' and you just snook in
The way you love me when I'm not lookin'
The way you love me when I'm not lookin'
The way you love me when I'm not lookin'
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Fools
02:47
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Now I don't feel foolish for thinkin'
I'll ditch drinkin' whenever I have to
Fools never do
No they just carry on 'til the thrill is gone
And they can start anew
Now I don't feel foolish for tryin'
To conceal the fact that I'm lyin' to you
Fools never do
They just say what they need to get you to concede
That what they say is true
Some flail
Some flee
Some fight
To be
Closer to you than they are naturally
Some flail
Some flee
Some fight
To be
Closer to you than they are actually
Now I don't feel foolish for hiding
From the pain dividing my heart in two
Fools never do
They just hope for the best
Don't betray distress
And ask what's wrong with you
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9. |
Sad That Way
04:16
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There were no secrets between us
We had no cause for concern
'Til my heart had spoken
Nothing had broken
We needed nowhere to turn
Then under a tree on the island
I felt myself starting to stray
The day could never go on forever
It's sad to say
It's say that way
It's sad the way the rains came on
So I was compelled to confession
Though I committed no sin
I stood to learn from the lesson
Let the crucible begin
So then I drew back the curtain
And asked you to come in and stay
Now loss and sorrow menace tomorrow
It's sad to say
It's sad that way
It's sad the way no one did a thing wrong
Though I know I'll soon forget
That just hasn't happened yet
And I'm not sure what I'll regret more
When it begins
No one is to blame of course
Sometimes love's a Trojan horse
A present and inflammable force
We welcome in
You were so easy to talk to
Our words were children at play
Now there's a danger
You're becoming a stranger
Oh it's sad to say
It's sad that way
It's sad the way life just moves on
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10. |
Living Proof
04:27
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All gone again
An empty trend
A poem without a pen
All too aware
All true, no dare
These blues don't care to bend
There's nothing there to mend
So whether my breath is saved or spent
At least I'll know where it went
Your memory's wasting my time relentlessly
Oh, if I knew
How to reach you
I'd burst right through, you'd see
Oh mercy me
Reversibly
Fortune has turned on me
Broke the clock and snapped the key
Once the ice cut across midland
Gave birth to a canyon
How grand
Yours is a beauty I can now hardly stand
Though I know I'm not your responsibility
Still there are ways in which I wish you'd respond to me
That can't be
Hold still my heart
The till and cart
Have cut the earth apart
The seeds are strewn
By next month's moon
The cock will croon again
The day will soon descend
As the harvest comes in the fall
And winter is thin and all
Spring's the hardest thing I can recall
I've no stomach left for the feast
I'm all hollowed out
Released
Living proof of life
At large
At least
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11. |
Vanishing Act
03:46
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Now you know me as someone who can get restless
I'll come and go in ways you don't know
I'll see you when I surface in your circles
I'll leave you when I need some room to grow
Now I hope your dreams are all gonna come up roses
I'll see you around, in time or in town
Everything's moving forward but nothing's changing
So see me go and don't try to keep track
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
From my vanishing act
I'll go out on a Friday and pull a Houdini
You won't even see me except 'til I'm gone
Give my regards to all those that can't reach me
Don't let me spoil your fun, though, carry on
'Cause you know me as someone who can get lonesome
I'd never last that long by myself
You want attention then go out and own some
I'll be the light that sneaks right through the crack
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
And I swear I come back
From my vanishing act
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Sirens scream out on a crowded street
I dither as the dark falls like a sheet
Killing time here murdering my mental health
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
Now I can always count on a rhapsody
To fill my ears and thumb its nose at me
And the emptiness leaves no room for no one else
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
Why would I to this self be true
When it always leaves me this black and blue
My tongue tastes like the tears of a clown
Worse than worthless waiting on a sin to crown
I drink my rotgut straight off the bottom shelf
I'm in love with my loneliness
I'm married to myself
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